'Elyana' Clay clearly didn't get the reference, wasn't sure if he was supposed to, either way he shrugged it off without question and took the gun giving it a check over with a practiced experience.
Not the ideal gun but it would do.

"Why hole up at all?" 

He asks concerned. A furrow staining his brow.

"Load up and run, don't look back, get the next plane out of here.
That's my plan!"

He steps back near the window, off to the side, lining his vision with the outside without being in open view.

"It's a friggin mess out there.
How many of these things are there?"